Gift Eaters - Baal | Текст песни

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So hopeful, so young
So torrid and yet so fleeting
Listlessly I sit
I'm so terrified of what's waiting for me
or what I'm waiting for,
will it never come
and though we breathe
we're barely alive
waiting's not living and the living should not wait
for those that may not come
Carefully constructed plans
Grand elaborate plans I draft
but listlessly I sit
I'm so terrified of what I'm waiting for
So I'll take my hands and bury them in my chest
I'll take my words and swallow my pride
Every hour we lie together I'm burning in my guilt
I pray with my fingers crossed and I sign with such doubt.

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